On Fragmentation

On Fragmentation

Fragmented sentences

Chopped into chunks

Like pieces of firewood, 

Drying, waiting for a fire

To be lit beneath them,

In some humble hearth 

Resembling humanity,

That they may be consumed

And rendered as timeless ashes,

To fulfill their ultimate destiny.

Fragmented voices

Devoid of comfort,

Relentlessly crying out

In the void of wilderness;

Bits and bytes, 

Mere words,

Uttered in broken sentences;

Fragmented phrases 

Lying in wait 

To be twittered

Around the world;

A fractured plea for sanity

In a world that seems insane,

At least to some.

For others, a plea for love.  

Fragmented lives,

Resembling the dark emptiness 

Of hollow logs

Where green frogs hide;

Dead logs rotting in a dank swamp,

With no one to reclaim them

Before the mist and mold of time

Render them useless

For anything but compost,

To re-enrich the suffering environment.

The cure for fragmentation,

Love that is whole,

Able to mend

The rips and tears 

Of a fragmented world;

Restructuring of fragmented sentences,

Assisting those 

Whose desperate voices

Persist in crying for help;

Repairing lives of humankind, 

Ones smothered by hopelessness;

Love, as healing for fragmentation,

Gradually restoring hope;

Love's supreme power at work,

Tweeted around the world

In mere bits and bytes.